Wish we could find her somewhere. 'Tis so sad Not to have any mother! Shall I ask This gentleman if he knows where she is?
No, no, my love; we'll find her by and by.
BERNARD. and another Gentleman talking together.
Have you seen Seaford lately? Gentleman.
|No. In fact,|
He vanished somewhat oddly, days ago. Sam saw him with a lady in his cab; And if I hear aright, one more is missing-- Just the companion for his lordship's taste. You've not forgot that fine Italian woman You met there once, some months ago?
I have to try though, sometimes--hard enough: Her husband is alive!
Mother was Italy, father,--was she not?
Hush, hush, my child! you must not say a word.
Oh, yes; no doubt!
But what of that?--a poor half-crazy creature!
Something quite different, I assure you, Harry. Last week I saw him--never to forget him-- Ranging through Seaford's house, like the questing beast.
Better please two than one, he thought--and wisely. 'Tis not for me to blame him: she is a prize Worth sinning for a little more than little.
Why don't you ask them whether it was mother? I am sure it was. I am quite sure of it.
Look what a lovely child!
Harry! Good heavens!
It is the Count Lamballa. Come along.